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This is the expanded version of "The Frat Party" that I posted a few
weeks ago. Its obviously longer, but the story is basically the same.
The biggest difference is the inclusion of a couple of suggestions from
Daedalus, namely a "day of invocation" and a "timed end to the spell,"
which were intended to open the plot line to whoever wanted to use it.
Not all of the suggestions were added, yet. And there are still some holes
(aka rules) to be filled in. Hopefully, I'll fill some of these in the next
installment.
Bill
bill.hart@macsch.com
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A Strangeness at the Frat House
Part 1 -- The Curse Begins
Terry Jenkins and Chris Wagner, for reasons unknown, had been 'invited'
to the weekly council session. They'd arrived early and, as they waited
in the hall, watched the frat's BMOC's arrive. The last to arrive was
the President, a spoiled brat with old money named Dennis Reilly.
"Jenkins. Wagner. Glad to see you could make it. And on time for once
in your lives. Amazing." said Reilly. "We've some business to take care
of first. Have a seat. We'll call you in, when we're ready for you.
It shouldn't be long."
Terry and Chris sat down in the chairs along the wall, as Reilly entered
the meeting room and closed the door behind him.
"I wonder what Carrot Top wants from us," said Terry. "Wanna bet he's
come up with another plan to get us kicked out of the frat."
"I wouldn't be surprised." replied Chris, "You know he doesn't like us.
And I'm sure he knows you call him Carrot Top behind his back. He hates
that."
"Tough. He doesn't like us; we don't like him. In my book, we're even.
And I'll call him anything I want, he's just jealous because I'm a natural
blonde."
After laughing at the obvious joke, Chris said simply, "I guess we'll
just have to wait and see what he wants."
And so they waited.
And waited.
After nearly three hours, the door finally opened, and they were summoned
inside.
"Wagner! Jenkins! We're ready for you. C'mon inside."
"About fucking time," mumbled Terry in voice only Chris could hear.
They rose from their chairs, walked over the door, and were led to the
dais where Dennis presided.
"Wagner. Jenkins. I hope we haven't inconvenienced you too much, but
the pressing business of the house took a little longer than we expected.
But then, I'm sure you've been wondering why you were asked here today."
said Dennis.
"Well," replied Chris as he looked over at Terry, "Yeah, uh.., we were,
uh.., sort of."
"As you know, we're having a party here Saturday night. The council and
I have decided to give you two the honor of inviting all of the girls to
the party. We're sure you'll have no trouble filling the house with girls
for the party. Just as we know you wouldn't want to disappoint the rest
of your brothers. However, if the house isn't filled with girls Saturday
night, you will be expelled from this fraternity."
Chris and Terry were too stunned to reply. It was already Thursday night.
They had less than 48 hours. How would they ever get enough girls to fill
the house? What they didn't know was that no sorority girl would accept
an invitation from them. Dennis had already taken care of that detail.
"You're dismissed," smirked Dennis.
------
Not surprisingly, Terry and Chris had no luck inviting girls from the
campus. Not one of them accepted an invitation to the party. They'd
heard every excuse ever used to say no at least a dozen times.
It was early Saturday afternoon, when a very dejected Terry turned to
Chris and said, "Looks like old Carrot Top has beaten us. There isn't
going to be one girl at the party, let alone a house full. Looks like
our days in the frat are done."
"Why don't we try the mall?" replied Chris. "We certainly can't do any
worse then we're doing here. Maybe we can satisfy Dennis and the council
by getting a few mall rats to come to the party."
"I doubt mall rats are what they had in mind, Chris. But hell, its worth
a shot, and I certainly can't think of anything else."
So they set off for the mall, disappointed and with little hope.
------
They entered the mall at one of the lesser used side doors. Over in a
corner suite, but seemingly all by itself, was a small shop that neither
boy had seen before - "Spells 'R Us."
"Maybe we should go in and find out if they have a spell to help us out."
said Chris jokingly.
"Yeah, right."
They began to laugh.
They were still laughing as they entered the store, and heard the tinkle
of bells announcing their entry. From the back room came a little old
man wearing, what looked like, a bathrobe.
"Ah. Terry Jenkins and Chris Wagner, come in. Come in, and be welcome.
I've been expecting you."
Their laughter stopped.
"How'd you know who we were?" questioned both boys at almost the same
time.
"Simple, my boys. Simplicity itself. I'm a wizard. I know lots of
things. You'd probably be surprised at some of the things I know."
The boys were speechless, but their expressions told the old man they
didn't believe him.
"Need some proof that I'm a wizard, don't you." said the old man. "Hmmm,
let me think. I know. This ought to convince you. Your fraternity
council decided it was your responsibility to fill the house with girls
for the party tonight."
Terry and Chris looked stunned.
"And," he continued, "All of them have turned you down. How's that."
"How?"
"I'm a wizard. Remember? Oh yeah, ... another thing you guys really
need to know. The answer to 'why you haven't had any luck getting girls'
so far. Dennis Reilly. He bribed them all to stay away."
"That bastard," exclaimed Terry, "I'll find a way to get even with ..."
"That's where I come in, my young friends." said the wizard. "I have a
spell that will fill your house with girls for the party. Won't Dennis
be pissed?"
"What's in it for you?" asked Chris. "What's it going to cost? Our
souls?"
"I gain very little," replied the wizard, "Except the satisfaction of
seeing you outwit that pompous bastard Dennis Reilly. As to cost, what
would I want with your souls? Chris, I'm a wizard, not a demon. I don't
do souls. And payment can be discussed the next time we meet. So how
about it. Do we have an agreement?"
Chris looked over at Terry, who shrugged his shoulders and gave a small
nod. "I suppose so," he said. "We really don't have any other options."
"Excellent. I'll get you guys a copy of the spell and the instructions
from the backroom. I'll be right back."
"Gee, Terry. I don't know about this. Buying a spell from an old man in
the mall sounds really stupid to me. And what is it really going to cost."
"Well, as you said, we don't have any other choices, do we? No spell
means NO girls. Provided it works, and I'm still not sure I buy that
wizard crap. I don't know about you, but I'm never coming back to this
store. To get paid, he's gonna have to find me."
"Me either. That old man gives me the creeps."
The wizard returned carrying two small scrolls. Handing one of the
scrolls to Chris, he said "These are the instructions for the spell.
Everything necessary for the casting can be found in your room. They are
fairly self-explanatory. Do everything they tell you to do, EXACTLY as
they're written. Make no deviations."
He then turned to Terry and handed him the other scroll. "This is the
spell. The last of the instructions requires the spell to be read aloud.
Since there are two of you, the best possible results will be achieved by
alternating the lines between you.
"And now my young friends, time marches on. You had best be on your way."
------
An hour before the party was to start, Terry and Chris had collected
everything necessary for the conjuration. The old man had been right
again. Everything had been found in their room. It was spooky.
Chris had already read the instructions several times. The old man had
told them not to deviate from them, and he wanted to make absolutely sure
he didn't, even accidentally.
"The first thing we need to do," said Chris, "is draw a circle on the
floor. Then a square must inscribed within the circle. We have to make
sure there are no breaks in either the circle or the square."
Chris watched Terry draw a circle on the hardwood floor using a piece of
chalk. He was glad now that they hadn't picked a carpeted room. This
ritual would have been a lot more complicated on a rug.
After completing the circle, Terry inscribed the square.
Both boys checked each figure for breaks. The square was all right, but
the circle had a small, almost unnoticeable, break that Terry quickly
filled in.
Chris went back to the instructions. "The next thing we have to do is
fill out four slips of paper and put them at each of the four corners
of the square at each of its corners. On the slips, we need to write,
one per slip and in this order, write the place, day, and time of
invocation and the spell duration length. The first slip is to be put
in the upper-right corner of the square as it appears from the spellcaster.
The other slips are to be put into the corners in counterclockwise
order."
"The party is going to be here," said Terry. "The place of invocation
is obviously here."
Terry wrote "HERE" on the first slip of paper.
"Chris, what should we write for the day of invocation? The party is
tonight. Does that mean we should we write Saturday on the slip? Or
should we put today's date on it?"
"I don't know," replied Chris. "The old man said everything was
self-explanatory..."
"Wait just a minute." interrupted Terry. "It's obvious. When is the
party? Today. Therefore the 'day of invocation' must be today."
"Of course, but didn't we already know that." said a confused Chris. "I
still don't know what you're going to write on the slip?"
"The obvious, of course."
Terry wrote "TODAY" on the slip and held it up for Chris to read.
"The 'time of invocation' was also obvious. The party started at 7.
Terry wrote "7PM" on the paper.
"How long to do we want this spell to last?" asked Terry. "I know I
want to party 'til I drop. How many hours is it from 7 to dawn anyway?"
"I was thinking more like midnight." said Chris. "That's five hours."
"God, you're a nerd! Midnight? Give me a break!"
"We don't really have a lot of time to argue about this, Terry. We still
need to read the spell. The campus curfew is 2am. Why don't we use it.
That'll give us seven hours to party, and no one should get into any
trouble."
"I guess, that will be all right."
Terry wrote "7 HOURS" on the slip.
He then took the four slips and put them in the proper order onto the
proper corners of the square. Terry and Chris then positioned themselves
outside the circle, so that the slip of paper with the place of invocation
was in the upper-right corner of the square relative to the place they
stood.
They had made no mistakes. Or so they thought.
They were finally ready to read the spell.
Terry opened the scroll with the spell. It was all of four lines long,
much shorter than either of the boys had imagined it would be. It
appeared to be written phonetically. There would be no errors in
pronunciation. And no mistakes.
Terry read the first line, then Chris read the second, alternating just
as the old man had suggested. Nothing happened. Was this what was
supposed to happen?
Terry read the third line. Chris read the fourth. As the final syllable
was spoken, the first slip of paper, then each of the others in turn,
vanished in a puff of smoke.
They were done, but nothing looked different. Had the spell been cast?
The only results they'd seen so far were four puffs of smoke. They
hadn't even been enough to set off the smoke alarm.
Terry and Chris, not knowing what else to do, went downstairs to join
the rest of their frat brothers waiting for the girls to arrive. They
still hoped the spell would work as the old man had told them..
"Well," asked Dennis as he saw them, "Where are the girls you promised.
I knew we couldn't trust you wimps to deliver. You're history."
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was just before seven.
"That must be them now, asshole," replied a relieved Terry. "C'mon Chris,
let's go let them in. You too, Dennis. You should welcome our guests.
All right guys, its time to party."
Dennis looked angry, as his frat brothers erupted into cheers. There was
a sorority on campus that was going to have hell to pay for crossing him.
Dennis couldn't wait to get to the door so he could find out which one.
Terry reached the door first. Dennis was a step behind him, with Chris
another half-dozen steps or so behind him. As Terry opened the door,
Dennis began to laugh. Standing at the threshold were, not the
anticipated girls, but several old men dressed in, what looked like,
bathrobes.
As they stared out the door, Terry recognized one and began to exclaim
"What the ..."
And the clock on the mantle struck the first note of seven.
Time froze.
Chris watched, somewhat detached and not fully comprehending all that he
saw, as both Terry and Dennis started to change.
Each one's hair lengthened to shoulder length. One in golden curls, the
other a mane of red. Waists constricted, as hips expanded. Blue jeans
and T-shirt became denim skirt and halter; dress slacks and sports' shirt
became mini-skirt and silk blouse. Legs became smooth, then each stood
in heels. Since neither faced him, he couldn't see the other changes.
Chris had been too occupied, too detached, to be aware that he was
changing as well. Unnoticed went the auburn hair that flowed to
mid-back, the constriction of waist, and the expansion of hips. Clothes
changed to leather mini and blouse with plunging neckline. And finally,
some awareness returned, as breasts inflated to fill the new blouse.
All three were confused.
For a moment.
And then clock on the mantle struck the last note of seven.
Time unfroze.
Memories changed.
"Hi, I'm Terri," said the young blonde at the door. "And this is Crissy
and Denise. Won't you guys come in? The rest of our sisters are just
dying to meet you."
They didn't recognize the old man from the mall. And as he crossed the
threshold he became a young man.
Turning to this companions, who still waited outside, he said, " C'mon
on in guys. I told you not to worry, and don't I always deliver. Didn't
I tell you we'd be partying tonight with a house full of girls."
Terri and Denise took the young men who entered to meet their other
sisters. But Crissy and the first young man, who had hours before
been an old man selling spells in the mall, remained near the door.
"You're beautiful, Crissy." he spoke. "You've definitely changed,
for the better I think, since the last time we met." He reached down,
took her hand, and smiled. "It's time to party, my dear. And after
a while, we can discuss payment for the spell."
-Only the Beginning-
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Here's the second part of this.
If you're wondering why I skipped over the party, there weren't any
transformations, unless you consider the girls who... But I'm not
a big fan of gratuitous sex, and innuendo serves perfectly here.
Oh well. I need to go write a couple of parts of Stanley.
Enjoy.
Bill
bill.hart@macsch.com
------------------------------
A Strangeness in the Frat House
Part 2 -- The Next Day
It was afternoon before Terry and Chris stirred from their beds. It
had been a great party last night. Hadn't it?
Chris stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was him. Wasn't it?
He glanced over at Terry, but saw a young, beautiful blond instead.
When he turned to speak to her, he found only his roommate Terry
standing there.
But then, Terry could have sworn, for just a moment, that he was in
the room with a girl with long auburn tresses, and not his buddy Chris.
"What the hell is happening?" said both of them in unison.
"The spell!" exclaimed Terry. "It must have worked. I remember having
a good time last night. And the house was full of girls, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, I remember the party," replied Chris, "And having a good time.
And the house being full of girls, too. But -- and I know this sounds
crazy -- I have a funny feeling that we were the girls."
"It does sound crazy, but even worse, it sounds right to me. Somehow,
I think that's exactly what happened last night."
Just then came a knock at door.
A hot red-haired babe swayed into the room, after Terry opened the
door. But the illusion, if it were one, vanished when they heard
Dennis' voice. "Nice party boys. I really didn't think you had it in
you. Maybe you can invite those girls back for another party someday."
"Maybe." said a puzzled Chris.
"Great." replied Dennis. "I'll see you both later. Have a nice day."
After Dennis left, Chris turned to Terry. "Dennis didn't notice
anything strange. Just you and me. You realize that means we're going
to have to go down to the mall, don't you? We've got to find out what's
going on. We've gonna have to talk to that old
man, the wizard, again."
"No way. Didn't you and I decide last night that we were never gonna
to see that creepy old fart again? Besides, we still owe him something
for the spell. Remember?"
"Yeah, we did." said Chris. "But that was yesterday, and today we've
got major problems. And as far as owing him anything for the spell,
I don't think we need to worry about it. That same funny feeling tells
me that I paid for it last night."
-----
Terry and Chris entered the mall at the same side entrance they had
used the day before. They were a little apprehensive. What if the
shop wasn't there? But there it was. Exactly as they remembered it.
They walked, seemingly unnoticed, to the shop.
As they entered, they heard the tinkle of bell above the door, just
as before.
And the old man, the wizard, came out from the back room.
"Chris. Terry. Its nice to see you boys again." he said on entering
the room. "But I am a little surprised to see you back so soon. What
can I do for you today?"
"For starters," replied Terry, "Tell us what the hell you did to us
yesterday."
"All I did was sell you a simple spell. One that was supposed to fill
your frat house with girls for a party last night. And it worked,
didn't it? Wasn't the house packed with girls when the party started?"
"Yeah, it worked..., we think," said Chris. "But we also think, that
somehow, we were the girls."
"Damn. My colleagues and I had hoped you wouldn't remember that.
Normally, your memories are unaffected since you cast the spell. Aside
from having a good time, most of your brothers remember nothing, but a
few probably retain hazy recollections. Since we didn't want any of you
to remember what happened, we altered your memories before we left,
making everything seem perfectly normal. Its always worked before. I
wonder what was different last night that let you remember?"
"Why didn't you tell us the spell would turn us into girls?" asked Terry.
"You didn't ask. Its a harmless side effect. And it solved your
problem, didn't it? Besides, it was a one night shot. Nobody got
hurt. Did they? Its over and done. I really don't see your problem."
"Then why do Terry and I see each other, and some of our brothers, as
the girls we became last night?" questioned Chris. "It only lasts a
few moments, but I'd call that a problem. Wouldn't you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Although I can't ever recall a time when this
spell had that particular effect. Its probably just some residual
fallout from the spell. Most likely, it'll disappear in a day or two.
I don't think you should worry about it, but I'll ask around, check
with some of the other wizards about it. If I find out anything, I'll
let you know."
"Just great." sighed both boys.
"By the way, since we've inconvenienced you a little by all this, I
have a gift for each of you. Don't worry, they're freebies with no
strings attached."
The wizard reached into one of his pockets. He pulled out two identical
pill bottles. He handed one each to Chris and Terry. Then, obviously
dismissing them, he disappeared into the back room.
"Oh shit," thought Chris. "As if we don't have enough problems."
The labels read: "LOVE PILLS // Take one before dating"
-----
It was after six before Terry and Chris returned to the house. The
wizard hadn't cleared up much, but for some reason, they felt a little
better. Maybe, because he didn't have all the answers. Perhaps,
something else.
As they entered their room, Chris took the container of pills out of
his pocket. He turned to Terry and asked, "Just what the hell are we
going to do with these?"
"I don't know." replied Terry, "But given the results of the last spell
we got from him, we better find out if there are any unlisted side
effects before we even think about using them. I mean, picture this:
we're ready to go out, pop a pill, and wham-bam, we're buxom,
hot-to-trot, women."
"You don't think he'd do that to us again? Do you?"
"I have no idea. But I don't intend on taking any chances right now.
Anyway, I'm not worrying about it tonight. I'm going downstairs to
shoot some pool. You wanna come?
"Maybe later." said Chris. "But first I'm going to take a shower and
get cleaned up."
Putting his bottle of "Love Pills" on his dresser, Terry replied,
"Okay, see ya later then." He left the room, eager to forget about
the events of day.
Chris looked again at the bottle of pills and shook his head.
"Terry's right," he thought, "Don't worry about it tonight. Just
take your shower." He put the pills on his dresser, then stripped,
tossing his clothes on his bed. He took a towel from the linen
cabinet, then walked down the hall to the showers.
The shower felt good. Chris couldn't remember ever taking a shower
that felt so good. It lasted a long time, longer then any he'd ever
taken. Or so it seemed. But finally he finished and reached out to
turn off the water. He toweled off his hair, the rest of his body,
then wrapped the towel around his waist.
Chris returned to his room. He picked up a comb as he stood before
the mirror on his dresser and ...
The clock on the mantle downstairs struck the first note of seven.
Time froze, once again.
Chris watched in the mirror as his hair grew longer. At first it
covered his ears, then fell onto his shoulders, before finally
flowing down his back. In his hand, the comb became a brush.
His nose shrank, turned up a bit. His cheekbones rose. His frozen
smile showed now-perfect teeth. His facial hair seemed to blur, then
disappeared, leaving behind smooth skin.
The hair on his arms vanished. His arms and hands shrank, became
female arms and female hands. Fingernails grew.
The hair on his chest vanished. A small valley of flesh formed above
his sternum, then quickly deepened as two perfectly formed breasts
swelled.
He couldn't see, but definitely felt, his waist contract or his hips
and ass expand.
There was no confusion.
And then the clock on the mantle downstairs struck the last note of
seven.
Time unfroze.
The towel fell.
She ran the brush through her long auburn tresses. She knew she was
Crissy, but she also remembered being Chris and knew everything that
was going on. She needed to talk to Terri.
She crossed to the door with every intention of screaming for Terri
at the top of her lungs. It wasn't necessary. As she reached for
the knob, Terri opened the door.
Terri stared at her naked friend. "Nice bod, girl."
"Very funny, blondie." Crissy replied. "I bet you can guess what
this means, can't you."
"Yeah, I think so. After you get dressed, we're heading back to the
mall."
-----
It didn't take the two girls long to get to the mall. They entered,
once again, through the side doors. But this time, they weren't
ignored as they walked to the shop. They were quite embarrassed to
be leered at, to be whistled at, by the boys hanging out in the mall.
The bell above the door tinkled as they entered the shop.
The old man came out from the back room. As he spied them, he paled,
as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, as if he were seeing
ghosts.
"Terri? Crissy? Wha...? Why...? How can you be here?"
"Wanna bet on some new side effect from that spell you sold us?"
replied Terri. "Everything happened just like it did last night.
Except we watched the changes tonight, as we remembered the rest of
what happened last night."
"That's not possible." stated the wizard. "It was a one-shot spell.
Good only for the day of invocation you wrote on the second slip of
paper."
"Then," said Terri, running a hand along her feminine curves, "How do
you explain this?"
"I don't know. Everything went so smoothly last night... Its almost
as if you invoked the spell again. But that's impossible, once
invoked the scrolls become powerless, utterly useless."
"But we did everything right last night." whined Crissy. "What made
this happen again tonight."
"Its a mystery. It shouldn't have... It isn't supposed to... but...
Wait a minute, just what did you write for the day of invocation."
"I wrote TODAY on the slip." replied Terri.
"You _didn't_!"
"You said everything was self-explanatory," added Crissy. "TODAY
seemed the obvious choice. Did we do something wrong?"
"You could say that." came the wizard's reply. "The day of invocation
is supposed to be an _absolute_ date: a month, a day, and a year.
TODAY is a _relative_ date. You invoked the spell incorrectly. As a
result, you're girls again tonight."
A confused Crissy turned to Terri, who only shrugged her shoulders in
reply. Then, turning back to the wizard, she simply said, "I'm
afraid we still don't understand what's wrong."
"It's really quite simple. Ask yourself, 'last night, when was today?'
or 'tonight, when is today?' or 'tomorrow, when will today be?'
Today is _always_ current. It is _always_ today."
Both girls gasped, as they realized what the wizard meant.
"You mean, we're going to change into girls every night for the rest
of our lives?" asked Crissy.
"You and every other male in the house when the spell re-invokes. Of
course, if you aren't in the house at 7PM, you stay male."
"And what other things do we need to know?" asked a suspicious Terri.
"Just a few. You two are the spellcasters. Your governing rules are
slightly different from the others. Even though you'll respond, and
sometimes think, as females do, you'll know exactly what's going on.
All of the other transformed males will think and act as if they'd
been born female. They will be virtually indistinguishable from a
normal woman for the duration of the spell.
"You'll remember everything. Their memories of time spent female
will, if remembered at all, be somewhat fuzzy. More likely, their
memories will alter, become a masculine equivalent. A 'girl' kissed
will remember kissing a girl. And so on.
"You two, while female, can come and go from the house as you please.
The others are restricted to the house, unless one of you accompanies
them."
"Wow! Is there anything else?" asked Crissy.
"Yes, the two most important things.
"If one you leaves the house, or takes another of the girls from the
house, while the spell is in effect, you _must_ return before it ends.
If not, the form of the consequences is not only unknown, its totally
unpredictable.
"Also, while _any_ of you are outside, the spell will act like a
magnet, attracting the attention of some of my more pranksterish
colleagues. This makes you highly susceptible to additional spells,
which may in turn result in your not being able to return to the
house in time."
"What do you mean?" asked both girls.
"The easiest way is to show you." He waved his hand and two
full-length mirrors appeared against the wall of the shop. "Okay
girls, step up to the mirrors. Terri, you'll be first."
As Terri stepped in front of the mirror, the wizard waved his right
hand. Terri stared into the mirror, she had no other choice.
She watched as her hair thickened, lightened to platinum blonde, then
curled as if permed.
Her clothes felt tight across her breasts and her hips. She heard
them start to tear, but they reformed as she watched. First, a
one-piece bathing suit, baring shapely legs. Another tear, her
midriff was bared, the suit reformed again, a bikini. She felt so
feminine, as the mirror reflected her seductive pose. She felt the
cloth against her skin rearrange and shrink. She looked in the
mirror; a nymph in a string bikini looked back.
"Hot damn," she thought, running a hand through her hair. "I'm
absolutely gorgeous."
The wizard waved his right hand once more at Terri. Crissy watched
as Terri's reflection smiled, then failed at suppressing a giggle.
"I'm going to ask her a couple of questions." said the wizard to
Crissy. "I hope you won't be too surprised at anything she says."
He turned to Terri and asked, "What is your name?"
She coyly smiled. Then in a soft voice, more seductive than any
Crissy had ever heard before, replied, "My name is Teresa Jenkins."
"How long have you been a girl, Teresa?"
"What a silly question," she replied. She giggled, then added, "I've
always been a girl."
"And why did you come to the mall tonight?"
"You ask the silliest questions." She giggled. "I came looking for
men, of course. I know they'll just love me." And she giggled again.
Crissy watched Teresa start primping in the mirror. She turned to
the wizard, "How..."
The wizard waved his left hand to interrupt her. "There is no time
for questions, Crissy. It's your turn now."
Crissy was now compelled to stare into the mirror.
Her hair became shorter, just barely off her shoulders. It lightened,
became a shade of dirty blonde. It lost body, became stringy.
Her breasts shrank. She looked like a child. As the cloth of her
blouse thickened, buttons dropped off, and then the two sides
seamlessly fused. Her reflection wore a white halter top. Her midriff
was bare.
Watching her reflection, she saw her shorts shrink, baring her legs.
When it stopped, she was wearing a spandex mini-skirt.
Hoop earrings hung from her ears. Bracelets now adorned both her
wrists. A small chain hung around her neck.
She became shorter, then appeared to grow once again, as pumps with
heels appeared on her feet.
The wizard again raised his left hand. He turned to Crissy and asked
"What is your name?"
"Tina Wagner." came the whispered reply.
"How old are you, Tina?"
"Fifteen, but I'll be sixteen in two weeks."
"And what brings you to the mall tonight?"
"You know. Like the mall, you know, is like, you know, the place to
be."
Both girls now primped in front of their mirror.
The wizard smiled. He knew he could leave them this way. Most of
his colleagues would. He could almost hear them say, "A simple
solution for a simple problem. Keep them out of the house, let the
unknown do its thing. No one will know what happened. No one will
remember Tina and Teresa, or Crissy and Terri, or, for that matter,
Chris and Terry." He didn't know what would happen to them, but he
was sure he wouldn't have any fun.
"Okay girls," he said. "Time to return to normal with memories
intact."
He looked at Teresa, then at Tina. He waved his hand, then snapped
his fingers. Terri and Crissy stood in front of the mirrors.
"Wow!" said both girls.
"That was really weird." added Terri. "And any of your buddies could
do that to us?"
"That, or possibly worse. And, if you failed to return to the house
on time, then, in all probability, you'd vanish and no one would
remember you had ever existed."
"Isn't there anything you can do to protect us?" asked Crissy. "There
must be something that can be done."
"As a matter of fact, there is something I can do." replied the old
man. He pulled two necklaces from his pocket and handed one to each
of the girls. "Wear these whenever you leave the house, they'll
scramble the magic attractors. None of my friends will be able to
find you, even though they will, after some time passes, suspect you
exist. For added protection, consider wearing them all the time."
Putting the necklaces on made the girls feel secure. They both
thanked the wizard, each gave him a peck on the cheek, but neither
thought about the payment required.
"It's time you should be returning home." said the wizard as he led
them to the door. "Remember what I've told you. And be careful.
Never forget to wear the necklaces."
"We won't. We promise. And thank you again."
The wizard stood in his doorway, watched the delightful sway of their
asses, listened to the whistles directed at them.
The girls reached the mall doors. They turned, saw the wizard
watching them, and waved. He waved back, then watched as they left.
"Yes, they should provide me some fun." he thought. "For a while, at
least. Perhaps a couple of centuries, maybe more."
?? TO BE CONTINUED ??
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Subject: Story: A Strangeness at the Frat House - part 3
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It seems, we're seeing a lot of the old series resume.
This took longer than expected, but I hadn't expected any of the things that
happened then to happen when they did. And then I really didn't feel liking
writing on this for a while.
It took off in a different direction than I had originally planned, but
that's how it goes.
For those that haven't read parts 1 and 2, you can find them on the archive
(see the archive URL below).
Part 1 was posted June 13, and Part 2 was posted June 29. Both can be found
in the archive file tsa-talk.9606
Thanks. And enjoy.
Bill
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A Strangeness at the Frat House
Part 3 -- The Basics of the Spell
by
Bill Hart
It had been a long and really weird couple of weeks for both Terry and
Chris. They had decided after the second night's transformations that
they needed to find out all they could about the effects of the spell.
And now, at the end of the second week, they were reasonably confident
that they had discovered just about everything a male needed to know in
order to live with and within the effects of the spell. Of course,
during this time, they hadn't found out what would happen if one of the
"girls" stayed outside the house at or past 2AM, but then the wizard at
the mall didn't know either. Neither of them were overly sure they
ever wanted to find out.
In order to try and figure out the spell, they had had to spend the
targeted spell time in both their male and female identities. Over the
course of the last fourteen days, there had been times that both Chris
and Terry observed the happenings, just as there were times when Crissy
and Terri watched. But more frequently, it was a mixed gender pairing,
either Crissy and Terry or Chris and Terri, doing the the observation.
And just what had they determined?
First of all, the spell made _every_ male in the house at 7PM - female.
And they remained female until 2AM the next morning. With the exceptions
of Terry and Chris, the spell basically made them act and think like the
women they appeared to be. And in the morning, they generally had no
memory of being female, although some of them did speak now and again of
odd dreams, and the memories that they did have, generally reflected a
masculine view of the evening.
* * * * *
Initially, Chris and Terry believed that the spell only affected their
frat brothers. But they'd determined otherwise the very next night.
The football team's second string running back, Larry Miller, had
severely sprained his left ankle in the last game and, after being
released from the hospital, had been confined to bed rest for a week.
The doctors would re-evaluate his condition the following week.
Around 6:30 that evening, Larry had visitors -- the team's offensive line.
Chris had seen them on his way out. It was his night to observe things
as a male, while Terri would watch as a girl.
"Hey, Larry. How's the ankle?" he'd asked as he poked his head into the
room.
"Who's the wimp?" asked one of the linemen, who could have been mistaken
for a great ape in the dark. And he was the smallest of Larry's four
visitors.
"That's just Chris. He's cool." replied Larry. "Oh, and Chris, the
ankle's still a little tender, but I think its getting better."
"That's great Larry." said Chris. But after looking down at his watch,
he hurriedly added, "I'm late. I've got to get going. I'll see you
tomorrow."
"Yeah, you'd better get going, wimp." said the ape.
Chris just barely had time to get outside when the clock on the mantle
struck 7PM. From just the other side of the sill, he watched his
brothers shift into women. Then, when movement resumed, he re-entered
the house and strode up the stairs.
"Hi, Chris. Forget something?" asked Laura Miller. She was bouncing
from foot to foot trying to work out a kink in her left ankle. "Or do
you just want to watch me and some of the girls practice our new cheers?"
She began some stretching exercises, as did her four visitors, who had
become gorgeous, buxom (no... that was an understatement ... they were
bigger than buxom, considerably bigger) cheerleaders. Chris had never
in his life seen women this large before. And he stared. And _they_
noticed.
"C'mon in, Chris." one said. "You'll love watching us practice."
"Isn't he cute?" said another.
"Sure is."
"Relax girls, he's taken." said Laura. "I'm sure Terri's wondering where
you are. Don't you?"
"Yeah. Ah. Right. Um. C'ya later."
And Chris fled in the direction of Terri's door to the accompaniment of
girlish giggling.
And in the morning, when Larry Miller woke, there was no trace of injury
to his left ankle. He was amazed, but not as much as his doctors were.
* * * * *
And then they discovered, that the spell affected their female visitors
as well.
Initial they figured that the women would be affected by only a minor
mental change. That guess turned out to be totally wrong. Even after
two weeks, they still weren't sure how the spell affected women. It
wasn't for lack of trying. It was simply that the effect on women
wasn't consistent. It didn't even appear to be very predictable.
Over the course of two weeks, they had carefully observed Robert Warner
and his girlfriend Patricia Toller.
On one occasion, they were making out in a reclining chair at 7PM. It
was a hot and heavy scene, that didn't miss a beat as Robert morphed
into Bobbie and Patricia mentally became her lesbian lover.
Then there was the time that Robert had accidentally left his wallet in
his room. Patricia and Robert had come back to the house and were on
their way up the stairs, when the mantle clock struck 7PM. Robert, as
always, transformed into Bobbie, but Patricia had also morphed ... into
Patrick. They couldn't leave the house after the change, but from the
sounds emanating from her (his?) room... they'd obviously enjoyed
themselves.
And then there were a couple of days, that Robert needed to study. As
weird as it sounds, the grade average of every member of the house was
improving. Studying wasn't gender related, but if the "girls" weren't
otherwise occupied, they studied. And apparently, if the spell
determined, how was known, that one of the "girls" needed to study, she
studied.
So on those nights, when Bobbie only wanted to study, she was singularly
uninterested in either Patricia or Patrick. Which was probably just
as well, since the spell (assumedly) forced Patricia or Patrick into
lust for CeeJay Larson.
And to make matters even more complicated, there was another night
when Patricia and her friend Sean Ashton had just arrived when the clock
struck 7PM. Patricia became Patrick, who was suddenly in lust with
Sean, who was just as suddenly in lust with Patrick.
The permutations gave both Chris and Terry headaches.
* * * * *
If there were a good side to the spell, it was, fortunately, that no one
could leave the house unless taken by either Chris/Crissy or Terry/Terri.
But then, once transformed, either physically and/or mentally, nobody
wanted to, of their own free will. At least, until after 2AM.
It had been a long two weeks.
* * * * *
And then, they'd also noted personality differences. Most were bearable,
some were not.
It was well-known to the rest of the fraternity that Dennis Reilly, the
frat's President and an all-around asshole, hated Terry Jenkins and Chris
Wagner with an indescribable passion. And, unexplainably, it had gotten
worse, since the curse began.
But then, maybe it was explainable.
Dennis, on one of occasions he been out of the house at 7PM, had met
Crissy Wagner in the hall. In a case of "lust at first sight," Dennis
had, to Crissy's great annoyance, professed his undying love for her.
Dennis, as everyone could plainly see, had it bad for Crissy. And seeing
her and Terry together fueled his flames of anger. And to make matters
worse, for some reason, he thought that Chris was out to keep Crissy
away from him.
Denise, on the other hand, lusted after Terry. She perceived Crissy as
a threat and as a rival for his affections. And seeing her and Terry
together fueled her flames of anger. And to make matters worse, for
some reason, she thought that Terri was trying to keep Terry away from
her.
Paranoia ran deep in both Dennis and Denise.
It had become extremely difficult to identify the players without a
scorecard.
* * * * *
Then there were the strange things that were happening. Terry and Chris
didn't want to believe that the spell they had inaccurately cast was at
the root of strangeness, but magic seemed the most culpable culprit.
Patricia Toller and Robert Warner broke up. No one had any idea why.
That in itself wasn't too strange, but less than a week later Patricia
and her friend Sean disappeared. Even stranger, the frat had two new
pledges with similar names that no one remembered seeing before.
Patrick Toller and Shawn Ashton.
It was eerie.
Very eerie.
Suspicious, both Terry and Chris had watched the first time the curse
struck the new pledges. But Pamela and Sara didn't look anything like
Patricia and Sean.
And then there was a new sorority Sigma Beta Beta, whose initials SBB
were more readily expanded to "Sorority of Buxom Babes." When had they
been chartered? And by whom? No one knew. And both Terry and Chris
wondered why the names Samantha Johnson and Charlotte Morgan sounded so
familiar. They were sure they hadn't met them, and they were even surer
that they'd never known a Sam Johnson or Charlie Morgan. But still, the
names were so familiar.
And then there was Terry's cousin, Norm. It looked like he was going to
be riding the bench this season, when, inexplicably the entire starting
lineup, both offense and defense, came down with the flu before the
Colorado State game. They'd lost and lost big. But Norm had been an
awesome quarterback in defeat. And then, when James Heller, the starting
quarterback had disappeared, Norm had stepped right in. And his new
girlfriend, Jamie. Wow! What a fox!
And what had happened to Jack Johnson. He had gone over to make up with
his girlfriend Cindy Mitchell. After leaving her a pedigreed golden
retriever bitch as a peace offering, he had seemingly disappeared off
the face of the earth.
And Bob and Jack and Lee had also just disappeared, as if they'd never
existed. Even stranger, Lisa Carver, Robert Warner's new girlfriend,
resembled the girl Barbara that Bob morphed into. Must be coincidence.
And where had the wizard gotten that dog?
And why, of all of the guys in the fraternity, had Dennis Reilly, CeeJay
Larson, and Terry Jenkins received invitations to the Lambda costume
party? The Lambda's generally ignored the house.
What was going on?
Did the spell on the house have anything to do with what was going on?
Or not?
* * * * *
"Well," said Chris stretched out on his bed and yawned. "I think we've
found out about as much as we're going to find out."
"Me too. I wish we could have found out more about what happens and why
to the 'real' girls. But I guess, we probably won't."
"Guess not."
"Think about the Lambda party, Chris." suggested an unheard voice.
"You going to the Lambda party?" asked Chris.
"I doubt it. I can't understand why they invited just the three of us,
and Dennis Reilly certainly isn't high on my list of people I want to
party with."
"For sure."
"Besides, there's something really weird going on there. The invitation
says Playboy Playmate Tomi Hill, Miss October, will be the guest of
honor. That's typical of the Lambdas. But I could swear that when I
got the invitation, someone else was the guest of honor."
"Who?"
"I don't remember."
"And that's going to keep you home. You actually want to miss seeing
Tomi Hill in the flesh. If I were you, I'd go to the party. I've only
seen her photographs. But, wow!"
"Ask Crissy to the party." suggested the unheard voice.
"Sounds like you'd like to be there." questions Terry.
"Yeah. But it ain't going to happen."
"The ticket says I can bring a date."
"Are you crazy? When the Lambdas say you can bring a date, they mean
_a_date_, a _girl_ date. Not your roommate. You remember girls?"
"But, ah, I thought that, maybe, you'd like to go as Crissy. Being seen
with a fox like Crissy at a Lambda party will boost my standing with the
rest of the girls on campus."
"Damn. Now I know you're crazy . . ."
"You want to go to the party as Crissy." suggested the unheard voice.
"But then, it might be fun. Sure. Okay. Its a date."
"Great." said Terry. "But we're going to need costumes for the party."
And Chris rolled over and turned out the lights.
"We'll worry about that tomorrow morning."
* * * * *
"But you won't have to worry about it at all." said the old man from his
shop in the mall. "You'll have your costumes delivered to your door.
They'll be there you wake in the morning."
"You should have an interesting time. Very interesting."
And the old man smiled as he carefully put the necklace, identical to
those he'd given Terri and Crissy, back in its case.
TO BE CONTINUED
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I rushed this through in order to post the party by Halloween.
There will be one more part to the story to tie up loose ends.
I haven't decide if there will be "A Strangeness at the Frat House II"
or not.
Stay tuned to the SRU universe.
Enjoy.
Bill
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A Strangeness at the Frat House
Part 4 -- The Lambda Party
by
Bill Hart
When Chris woke up the next morning, he just laid quietly in his bed.
"How could I agree to go to the Lambda party with Terry as his date?"
he asked himself silently. "But, it might be okay. No one will
recognize me as Crissy. And I will get to meet Miss October, even if
she'll think I'm a little strange when I stare at her."
Chris got out of bed and quickly dressed. He was going to have to find
a costume for Crissy to wear to the party. And he didn't have a lot
of time.
"Hi, gorgeous." came Terry's voice, straining hard to hold back the
laughter. "Looking forward to our big date tonight, pussycat?"
"You're an asshole. You know that? I can't believe I agreed to go
on date with you."
"Technically, YOU are not going to be my date. Crissy is."
"And I still don't know why I agreed to it in the first place."
"Really? How about I give a two-word refresher course? Ready? Tomi.
Hill. Remember her? I've seen your copy of the October _Playboy_ ...
Need I say more?"
"No." Chris replied sullenly.
"Now, if you'll wait until I get dressed, you and I need to go out and
find some costumes for tonight."
* * * * *
When Chris opened the door, two boxes that had been leaning against the
door fell into the room. The labels on the boxes read "To: Terry"
and "To: Crissy." They were from Spells 'R Us.
"How does that old man keep doing these things? How did he know that
we needed costumes? How did he know that you're taking Crissy to the
party?"
"It's certainly disturbing, isn't it? But like he keeps telling us, he
is a wizard."
"I wonder what costumes he sent?" asked Chris. "Why don't we look at
yours first? Anyway, I'm not all that anxious to see mine."
"Sure."
And as Terry broke the twine holding the box with his costume, a note
fell off onto his bed.
"Wanna bet on instructions?" asked Terry.
"Not really. We can only hope they're intelligible."
Terry picked up the note and began to read.
Dear Terry and Chris (or perhaps I say Crissy),
I knew you'd be needing costumes for tonight's party, so,
being two of my best customers, I've sent these to you at
no cost.
Don't worry if the costumes do not fit well right after
you put them on. This is normal. They are self-adjusting,
and will fit perfectly before you reach the party.
Crissy will have to be transformed first by the "curse"
on the house, but then you probably already figured that
out for yourselves. She must be back in the house before
2AM, or the results, as I've told you before, may be
catastrophic.
There are no anticipated problems with Terry's costume.
Signed
The Wizard at the Mall
"Just great." said Chris. "But its not really anything different from
what we've heard before. How many times have we heard 'If one of the
transformees of the curse is outside when the curse ends for the night,
then the results on said transformee are unpredictable.'"
"That shouldn't be any problem. We should get back here well before 2AM.
Shouldn't we?"
"No problem." replied Chris, who added to himself "I hope."
Terry opened his costume box.
It was a baseball uniform.
Of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
And right out of the Roaring Twenties.
Chris opened his costume box.
"Holy shit. I can't wear this." And from the box, Chris removed the
clothes and jewelry of a harem girl.
"You couldn't. But Crissy sure can. Wow."
"You're still an asshole, Terry. But you're going to owe me one. A
big one."
* * * * *
"You'd better get changed and out of the house." said Chris. "It
wouldn't do for you to get caught in the house and transformed. The
invitation's in Terry's name, and I doubt that they'll let Terri use
it."
"I doubt it too. And then you'd probably get pissed at me for missing
a chance to meet Tomi Hill."
"Have you got a one track mind, or what? Anyway, I'm going to take a
shower, so I'll meet you outside after 7PM."
"Fine. I'll see you later."
* * * * *
Terry stripped, then took his costume out of the box.
It was complete and accurate, right down to the cup. And remarkably
everything fit as if it were made for him.
He stared at himself for moment in the mirror. His clean shaven face
looked out of place in this uniform of the Twenties, but there wasn't
anything he could do about it now. He sighed.
Terry went over to his bed and picked up the cap emblazoned with the "B"
for Brooklyn. He looked at it for a moment and felt for an instant the
sorrow that Dodger fans had felt when "their" team had abandoned them
and left for Los Angeles after the '57 season.
As he put the cap on, he took another look in the mirror.
"Perfect." he thought.
And he hadn't noticed, as out of the ordinary, the mutton-chop sideburns
or the handlebar mustache.
He reached to open the door. But . . .
"Remember the pill. You'll need it later." came the unheard voice.
And as if, he'd heard the voice, Terry turned away and walked back to his
dresser. He opened the bottle marked "LOVE PILLS" and took one out. As
he put the pill in his pants pocket, a smile spread across his face.
* * * * *
Terry had already left, when Chris returned. He stood naked in the
room, and when he started to take his costume out of the box, the clock
on the mantle, unheard by Chris, started tolling the hour of seven.
He didn't see any of the changes, but he felt them.
He felt long hair flow down his back, while his waist narrowed and his
hips widened.
He felt the bones in his face rearrange.
He felt a chill against his long and slender hairless legs.
His breasts began to expand.
Crissy looked into the mirror. And smiled at the pretty girl she'd
become once again. Auburn hair framed a pert little nose and pouty
lips.
She looked at her slender feminine hands with their slender feminine
fingers and their long, finely manicured nails, and smiled.
She was glad that Terry wasn't with her, as she ran her hands across her
breasts and over her shapely curves. It felt so good. She knew she
shouldn't be doing it, but she liked the way it made her feel. She
wondered if Terri did this to herself. Maybe all girls did.
"Time to get dressed." came the unheard voice.
And Crissy donned her harem girl garb.
It was tight in the waist and the bodice was loose. It was uncomfortable.
But the wizard said it was self-adjusting, and she found herself hoping
that the garment would adjust soon.
With the costume had come a tube of lipstick and some eye shadow. Crissy
applied both expertly, as if she been doing it all her life, even though
she had never used either before.
And all the bracelets and bangles and baubles that had been packed with
the costume, now adorned Crissy.
She looked in the mirror.
She wasn't pretty.
She was beautiful.
And her garments felt so comfortable now.
She hadn't noticed the three inches lost from her waist, or her new
larger cup size and breasts.
* * * * *
"You're gorgeous." said Terry.
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls." replied Crissy. "But it still
feels strange to be going on a date with you."
"You want to walk, or take the car?" asked Terry.
"Its only on the other side of the campus. I'd rather walk."
"Okay."
"Take the pill, Terry. Its time." came the unheard voice.
And Terry removed the pill from his pocket. Without Crissy noticing,
he popped it in his mouth and swallowed it.
As they walked across the campus, neither spoke. Terry was surprised
when Crissy took his hand. He was more surprised when she put her arm
around his waist. And he was absolutely stunned, when she started to
hang all over him.
"Was it the pill?" thought Terry. "What have I gotten myself into?"
As they arrive at the Lambda house, Crissy plants a passionate kiss onto
Terry lips. He is not only stunned, but aroused.
But as the kiss breaks and he looks into her eyes, he is scared.
There is no trace of Chris in Crissy's eyes. There is only wanton lust.
The lust of a woman for her man.
* * * * *
When Terry presents his invitation the Lambda at door, he notices him
staring intently at Crissy. So does Crissy.
"Look all you want." she tells him. "But you can't touch." And pointing
at Terry, she adds "I'm his."
"Oh shit." thinks Terry.
But the Lambda smiles at Terry. "Way to go, dude."
Terry is relieved, somewhat.
"But this is gonna be a long, weird night." he thinks.
* * * * *
When CeeJay Larson arrives, Terry almost goes into cardiac arrest.
CeeJay is dressed as a cheerleader, which in itself would be no big
deal. But he looks exactly like the girl he becomes under the effects
of the curse.
But he (or she?) can't be here. Neither of them had invited CeeJay
(the girl). And the invitation was in his (or her?) name as CeeJay
(the boy).
What is going on?
Not waiting for Crissy to return from the ladies room, Terry goes over
to talk to CeeJay intent on getting some answers.
"Hi, Terry." says CeeJay in a feminine voice. "Great party."
"Sure is."
"Have you seen those girls from the new sorority. Great looking bods."
"No, I haven't seen them yet."
"And just WHAT are you doing here with this bitch?" asks Crissy. "It
looks like I can't leave you alone for a minute."
"But this is CeeJay." says Terry trying to explain.
"I can read that on her sweater. But it doesn't tell me what you're
doing with her."
"Possessive, isn't she?" says CeeJay.
"She wasn't always that way. I'll try to talk to you later."
CeeJay watches them as they walk away. Terry is trying to explain, and
Crissy doesn't want to listen.
"I wonder," thinks CeeJay, as he (she?) fondles one of his (her?)
breasts, "If she realizes that she's jealous of a man."
* * * * *
As their argument continues, Terry spots Tomi Hill, the Playboy Playmate
for October and the party's guest of honor.
"Crissy, there's Tomi Hill." he tells her hoping to end the argument.
"SO."
"But she was one of the reasons you wanted to come to the party."
"Get real. Why should I want to meet one of your bimbos?"
"But she's Miss October, and you said you ..."
"What? Aren't I pretty enough for you now?"
"Of course ..."
"You do think I could be a Playboy Playmate, don't you?"
"Of course, but ..."
"But what?!" exclaims Crissy perform storming off in a huff. "Oooh, men."
And as he watches after her, Terry shakes his head. "I hope this is over
soon."
* * * * *
"Hey, dude." asks CeeJay. "Did you lose little Miss Possessive?"
"She's mad at me."
"Not to fear. I'd like you to meet Samantha Johnson and Charlotte Morgan
from the new sorority house. Sam. Charlie. This is one of my frat
brothers Terry Jenkins."
"Hi." says both Samantha and Charlotte. "Its nice to meet you. CeeJay's
told us a lot about you."
When he looks at the girls, he is reminded of Patricia Toller and Sean
Ashton. Except these two are more generously endowed.
"Excuse me. I've got to find Crissy."
"Is he sick or something?" asks Samantha.
"He sure looked green about the gills." adds Charlotte.
"I'm gonna have to a long talk with that boy." thinks CeeJay.
* * * * *
Suddenly, Terry hears Crissy's voice. "Leave me alone you bastard."
She is arguing with Dennis Reilly.
"Leave her alone, Reilly."
"This is none of your business, Jenkins. This is between me and my
girlfriend. So butt out."
"I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" shouts Crissy. "You're an arrogant,
ignorant, self-deluded asshole. You couldn't begin to please me."
"Nobody talks to me like that!" he roars in reply.
"Then I'd say its about time somebody did." Crissy answers back, as a
thunderous ovation erupts from the guests. "Besides, he," pointing at
Terry, "is my boyfriend." And she plants a long, wet kiss on Terry's
lips.
"This is your fault, Jenkins. You'll get yours. I'll make sure of
it."
"Why me?" thinks Terry.
* * * * *
Terry looks at his watch. It says 1:30AM.
"Thank, God. This is over."
But not quite.
"Crissy. Its getting late. Its time for us to go."
"But I don't want to go yet. I'm still having fun."
"We have to go."
"But I want to party until dawn."
"We can't. We have to go. Now."
"But I don't want to."
Realizing that this wasn't working, Terry whispered in Crissy' ear.
"Well, why didn't you say so before. C'mon, lets get out of here."
* * * * *
As Terry stared at his friend and roommate Chris, he couldn't help but
think of the truly weird night he'd had. Fortunately, he and Crissy
made in back before 2AM. It was close, but they'd made it in time.
He'd watched Crissy strip and bare her body in anticipation of what
he'd whispered in her ear. It was too bad, that the clock had struck
the hour of two before they could act.
"Sleep peacefully, my friend.
"I hope I never have another night like this."
And Terry collapsed into his bed and was soon fast asleep.
* * * * *
And in the empty corridors of the mall, laughter echoed.
* * * * *
**to be concluded**
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A Strangeness at the Frat House
Part 5 -- After Hours
by
Bill Hart
It was well past noon before Chris woke. His head pounded with the
headache to end all headaches.
"Well, Sleeping Beauty, welcome back to the land of the living." said
Terry. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up."
"Damn, Terry. I feel like shit. What the hell happened last night?
I can only remember meeting you outside and deciding to walk across
campus to the party. After that, everything's a blank."
"Well, as we walked across campus, you took my hand, and then you slid
your arm around my waist. Not long afterwards, you were hanging all
over me. And when we got to the party, you gave me once the most
passionate kisses I have ever had in my life."
"No way."
"Then inside, you got really jealous when CeeJay Larson, one of those
buxom girls from the new sorority, talked to me. Then, when you had a
chance to meet Tomi Hill, who, if I recall correctly, was one of the
reasons you decided to go with me in the first place, you called her one
of my bimbos. And if that wasn't bad enough, you started giving me a
hard time about whether or not I thought you could be a Playboy
Playmate."
"I couldn't have."
"You did. And let me guess. You don't remember your argument with
Dennis?"
"No. What happened?"
"I didn't see how it started, but you know that Dennis thinks of Crissy
as his personal possession. You yelled at him. He yelled at you. I
told him to leave you alone. He told me to butt out, it was between him
and his girlfriend. You went ballistic. You called him an arrogant,
ignorant, self-deluded asshole. He didn't take that very well. Then
you told him I was your boyfriend and planted one hell of juicy kiss on
my lips. Needless to say, he didn't take that very well either. He
swore to get even. Fuck, I can hardly wait."
"I'm sorry, I but don't remember any of that."
"Then, to top off the evening, you didn't want to leave the party. You
wanted to party to dawn, and you and I both know that Crissy has to be
back here in the house at 2am. I don't think, you'd have ever left, if
I hadn't whispered in your ear that we could have more fun back here,
if you know what I mean.
"It was the weirdest night of my life. And I still can't believe that
I was fortunate enough to get you here before 2am."
"I can't believe I acted so weird. That story's insane. Whatever would
have made me act that way?"
"Maybe it was the pill." whispered Terry.
"What pill?" queried Chris.
"One of the old man's 'love pills.' I took one just after I met you
outside, and just before all hell broke loose."
"Dammit, Terry. I can't believe you did that. What were you thinking?
I was already under the influence of the spells on the house and on the
costume, and you go and add another spell. As a result, I almost lose
myself to god only knows what by being outside the house after 2am.
Excuse me, but I need to get out of here for awhile."
And Chris angrily storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
* * * * *
There is a knock at the door.
Terry hopes it is Chris, and hopes he has forgiven him. He still doesn't
know why he took a chance taking that pill. "What was I thinking." he
says to himself.
But it's not Chris, as he opens the door.
It's Dennis Reilly.
"I won't stay long, Jenkins, but I wanted to deliver this personally.
I've had you suspended from all future frat activities indefinitely for
what you did last night."
"What?" replies a shocked Terry. "I didn't do anything last night worth
a suspension and you know it. Besides, you can't suspend me without a
hearing."
"I told you last night that you'd get yours when you interfered in
that little discussion I was having with _my_ girlfriend Crissy. And
we had the hearing this morning. You were a no show."
"But I didn't know about any hearing."
"So you say now. Being a no show to a disciplinary hearing is grounds
for immediate expulsion from the frat. I pushed for expulsion. But
the rest of the council wanted to be more lenient. It seems, they still
remember how you saved our fall party by getting all those girls to
come."
As Dennis turns to leave, he suddenly turns back to Terry. "Oh. And
one last thing, Jenkins." smirks Reilly. "You'd better be careful. The
next time, and you can count on there being a next time, you won't get
off with a mere suspension. You'll be gone."
And since Dennis left the door open, Terry can hear him laughing.
"Damn. I can't believe this shit. I wonder what Crissy would say if I
told her that calling Reilly 'an arrogant, ignorant, self-deluded
asshole' was far to complimentary."
* * * * *
Terry sits in class, still fuming over his suspension. He pays little
attention to Dr. Marston's chemistry lecture, which isn't all that
unusual.
It was a class that he wouldn't have taken, but it was a requirement
for his degree. And, being an introductory course, it wasn't all that
technical. Besides, if he had to take this class, he was glad that he
was in Dr. Marston's class.
Terry thinks that Dr. Jennifer Marston is a very attractive woman. She's
married, but has no children. She's a brunette and still fairly curved,
considering she's probably in the neighborhood of fifty, one side or the
other. He's often had daydreams about what she looked like at twenty.
And occasionally, his daydreams have been intense.
"... like transforming iron into gold?" comes a voice from behind him
that interrupts his inattention.
"That was the goal of alchemists. The transformation of a base metal,
iron, into a precious metal, gold, using magical spells and elixirs.
That kind of transformation isn't possible. The best we've been able
to do is split uranium and plutonium in fission bombs, fuse hydrogen
into helium in fusion bombs, and create new heavy trans-uranium elements
in cyclotrons..."
"Transform base into precious." Terry thinks. "Dennis into Denise?
And with a little help from Chris. Yes, I can get even with Dennis.
It probably won't get me off suspension, but I'll sure feel better about
it." A smile spreads over his face.
* * * * *
When Terry returns to their room, Chris is stretched out on his bed
staring at the ceiling. He doesn't react to Terry's entry into the
room.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"All things considered, yes, I'm just swell." Chris grumbles. "I guess
I should be happy that you managed to get me back here last night. But
if you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again..."
"I don't why I did it this time. It was stupidly impulsive, not like me
at all. Almost as if I had a voice inside my head telling me to do it.
I bet that sounds weird."
"Probably, no weirder than me having the exact same feeling when you
asked me to go to the party as Crissy. I wonder who's manipulating us
now."
"Me too." says Terry. "But I do know someone I'd like to manipulate."
"I don't need to guess who, do I? Its all over the frat grapevine that
Dennis suspended you indefinitely. Even though I don't I remember any
of it, I feel a little responsible."
"Don't worry about. If I hadn't taken that stupid love pill, then,
hopefully, none of this would have worked out the way it came down. But
I did figure out a plan of sorts to even things up. Can I count on
your help?"
"Against Dennis? Anytime! What's up your sleeve?"
"Tonight, you and I are going to be outside at 7pm. Afterwards, you'll
have to go in, find Denise, and bring her out to me. It shouldn't be
too hard, she has the hots for me."
"Yeah," laughed Chris. "Denise loves you almost as much as Dennis hates
you. Too bad we can't fix their emotional levels somewhere in-between."
"That would be nice."
"And the rest of your plan?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Absolutely!"
"Once Denise and I are alone, then I'm going to take one of the old man's
love pills. If it works on her the same way it worked on you, then by
the time we walk to the Castle Sands Motel, where I've rented a room,
she'll be a prisoner of wanton lust."
"But Dennis won't remember anything, just like I don't."
"That's okay." answers Terry. "You know how the house spell reorganizes
the thoughts of the transformed. I don't want Dennis lusting after
Terri tomorrow, like he lusts after Crissy."
"I'll drink to that. I wonder if Dennis likes arsenic?" says Chris.
"You know, I was just thinking. Dennis has gone out of his way to
screw you on this."
"And in return, I'm going to show Denise what it's like to be screwed."
Both Chris and Terry grin.
* * * * *
As planned, Terry and Chris are outside when the clock on the mantle
strikes 7pm. Once again, the curse transforms all within.
Chris enters the house, wondering where he will find Denise. It's a
search that doesn't last long. She's on the couch, watching the
evening news, something Dennis would never do.
Denise is pretty with long red hair and a dynamite figure. She feels
very sexy, even horny, tonight. She wishes that Terry were here with
her.
"Hi, Denise." says Chris.
"Hi." she replies sexily, then with obvious disappointment adds "Oh. Hi
Chris. I thought you were Terry. He seems to be avoiding me lately."
"That must be your imagination. I just left Terry outside. When I told
him I was coming in to see Laura Miller, he asked me to ask you, if I saw
you, if you'd like to go for a walk around the campus."
"Oh, I'd love too." she beamed. "But I'm afraid I can't leave the house
right now."
"That's okay. If you'd really like to take that walk with Terry, I can
take you outside. Would you like to go outside with me to find Terry?"
"Oh, yes." replies Denise.
Almost instantly, she has jumped off the couch, grabbed Chris' hand, and
pulled him to the door's threshold.
She stops, and turns to Chris. "You must go first. Then I can follow."
she tells him.
And Chris, still holding her hand, goes through the doorway.
And Denise, for the first time in her life, goes outside the house. She
looks around in wonder. Everything outside is so different from what's
inside.
Then she spots Terry, who waves, then smiles at her. "He does like me."
she thinks.
"Thank you, Chris, for bringing me out to meet Terry." she smiles. Out
of the blue, she gives Chris a quick peck on the cheek. "You better
go back and find Laura. She'll be wondering what happened to you. And
don't worry about me and Terry," she sighs. "We'll be _just_ fine."
And she turns and sprints to where Terry stands waiting.
"I hope you have a nice time, Denise." he says, knowing she couldn't
hear him. "Maybe, I will go in and visit with Laura for awhile."
As Denise approaches, Terry swallows the pill.
* * * * *
A naked, sleeping Denise, her arm stretched across his chest, lay curled
up closely against Terry.
He was exhausted.
"Who would have thought she'd be so insatiable?" he thought. "I wonder
how much is the result of that pill? I hope that old man realizes what
a gold mine he has."
He remembers his evening.
The pill had worked on Denise exactly as it had on Crissy the previous
night. First, they'd held hands. Then, she'd slipped an arm around his
waist. And finally, she'd begun to hang all over him.
As they neared the Castle Sands Motel, she looked at him and giggled.
"Am I the first girl to ever tell you, you're cute."
After that, it didn't take long before Denise planted a juicy passionate
kiss squarely on his lips. Last night, he'd thought Crissy's kiss
passionate, but next to Denise's kiss it was chopped liver. Her kiss
had left him clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
Enter the room at Castle Sands Motel.
When Terry had asked her if she wanted to go to the room he'd rented,
she'd exuberantly answered "yes." In fact, once there, she nearly
pulled his arm out of his socket getting him upstairs and into bed.
The night manager had laughed and said something about her overeagerness.
And for over six hours, they'd made non-stop love. Time meant absolutely
nothing to them. When Denise had finally fallen asleep, Terry had been
extraordinarily happy.
He was also, extraordinarily exhausted.
He decided to shut his eyes for a moment.
* * * * *
How long he is asleep, he doesn't know. But he is awakened by Denise's
tossing and turning in her sleep. Things quiet when she gets out of
bed and heads for the bathroom.
Terry smiles as he watches her ass sway back and forth. Then he turns
over, intent on going back to sleep.
>From the bathroom, there is a scream.
Terry is out of the bed in less than an instant. For some reason, he
looks at his watch.
"Oh! Shit!"
It is 2:01am.
There is another scream.
In less than a heartbeat, he is in the bathroom. Surprisingly, Denise
is still there. Or is it Denise? The girl's hair is brown, not red.
And her eyes are brown. What color were they before? Definitely,
not brown, redheads never had brown eyes.
But the face.
It _is_ Denise.
Until it starts to rearrange, becoming different, unknown, but somehow
still familiar.
"What... is... hap--pen--ing???" she manages to ask. There is
bewilderment and fear shining brightly from her eyes. And as if to
stop its imminent explosion, she grabs her head between her hands.
And, again, screams.
But the scream, like Denise, begins to fade. Before she can completely
vanish, she looks at Terry and smiles.
And soon, Terry stands alone.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" exclaims a stunned Terry.
* * * * *
"I don't know what happened." Terry tells Chris the next morning. "She
got up and went to the bathroom, then screamed. By the time I got in
there, she'd changed. Brown hair, brown eyes, then I watched as her
face re-molded. After that she just faded away. Even worse, the motel
manager, who checked us in and openly flirted with Denise, didn't
remember her at all. He thought I'd been in the room all alone.
"But it's consistent. Before coming up here this morning, I checked the
frat's records. There is no mention of Dennis Reilly. Tom Larson is
the frat president, and has been for the past two years. I called Susie
Walker, who works in admin, and there's no record of a Dennis Reilly ever
attending school here.
"He's gone, Chris. Disappeared. Vanished. Unmade. That wasn't what I
wanted to do."
"True." replied Chris. "And I'll tell that to anybody who comes looking
for him, but I don't think, anybody's _ever_ going to come looking for
him. It's like one of those B science-fiction movies, he's been
uncreated.
"Besides, look on the bright side. I'll bet you're not under suspension
anymore."
"Not only that. I was _never_ suspended."
* * * * *
Terry sat, looking interested, but actually shut off from Dr. Marston's
lecture. He'd gone to class, followed his normal routine. What else
could he do? He felt guilty about Dennis. But nobody, except Chris,
even remembered him.
No one was going to come looking for him. No was going to blame him
for doing in Dennis. As far as everybody in the world was concerned,
nothing was different than it had been the day before. However, it was
a thought that didn't make it feel any better.
When class ended, he just sat, as the rest of the class exited the room.
A girl entered.
Good looking, thought Terry. Big firm tits. Brunette hair that just
hung down to the top of her ass, which swayed ever so nicely as she
walked toward the lectern. He hadn't seen her face, but he knew she had
to be beautiful.
"Hi, mom." said the girl.
Mom??? thought Terry. Jennifer Marston _had no children_.
"Hi, dear." replied Dr. Marston.
At least, she didn't _yesterday_.
"I'm sorry, DeeDee. I can't show you around the campus right now. I've
got a faculty meeting. Hopefully, it won't last very long."
"That's okay, mom." replied the girl. "Maybe, I'll just wander around
campus for a while, try to get a feel of things."
Then noticing that Terry is still there. "Mr. Jenkins?" asks the doctor.
"Would you mind showing my daughter around? She's thinking of
transferring here from the University upstate and I find my attendance
required at a faculty meeting."
"No, I don't mind. If it's okay with her, then it's okay with me."
"DeeDee?"
"Why not? It's better than guessing what, and where, things are."
"Okay, then. I'll try to join you later. Oh! I almost forgot. DeeDee,
this is Terry Jenkins. He's not always very attentive in class, but I
wouldn't hold that against him. And Mr. Jenkins, this is my daughter,
Dianne. I'll see you later." And she rushes out of the room.
"Hi, Terry. Most of my friends call me DeeDee."
"Nice to meet you, DeeDee." he replies, absently looking down at her
ample breasts. Realizing that he is staring, and where, he blushingly
adds "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I can be so stupid,
sometimes."
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it. DeeDee is a nickname I've had
since I was a little girl, long before these babies decided to grow so
big. A lot of guys stare at _them_, when I tell them my name. Once, I
can forgive."
"Oh good. You know you lot very familiar to me."
"Now _that_ sounds like a line."
Terry reddens. "I didn't mean it like that. When am I going to learn
not to put my foot in my mouth?"
"You know I like that red coloring. It's kind of cute. Maybe you're
just seeing my resemblance to mother. A lot of people who knew her when
she was my age, say I look just like her."
"Maybe that's it." he tells her. But to himself, he adds "I don't think
so."
They smile at each other. And as they do, Terry recognizes her smile.
It is true, DeeDee reminds him of his daydream fantasies of Dr. Marston
at twenty. But the smile reminds him of Denise, last night, as she
smiled at him, while fading into assumed oblivion.
"Maybe, we should start the tour?" she asks.
"What would you like to see first?"
"One of the sororities. Sigma Beta Beta. Everyone I've talked to has
said they'd be perfect for me."
And absently, Terry takes her hand.
As they reach the door, she asks "Terry?"
"Yes."
She giggles "Am I the first girl to ever tell you, you're cute."
* * * * *
And in the mall, an old man chuckles.
"You didn't need me to create mischief, Terry. You did very well all
by yourself."
THE END
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